The first of the spring thunderstorms have come and gone. The steely sky and steady rain is a different kind of gray than what you grow accustomed to during the winter. It is the gloom of growth. The dark wet tree trunks are blooming with moss, raindrops are dripping luxuriously off of branches full of buds, the birds are singing, and as each rain filled hour passed, the grass greened more and more. Today with crystal clear skies, sixty degree temperatures, and hundreds of frogs serenading us from the water filled ditches, you can just feel spring stretching her arms before us.
